Unholy

I draw circles while I

Swirl around thoughts… Deep and

Shallow ideas dissipate. Pen and

Paper give life to blurs

.

One of my

Coworkers talks about the

Trinity; she talks about why

The hell people are gay… I look at her

And murmur — please, not today… It’s Saturday.

Now my circles become a

Hurricane

.

— What do you mean, May?

Quietly, I speak to myself:

— Shut up, it’s Saturday…

.

Circles become a hurricane. I swirl around thoughts,

Lifting chairs and an angry woman

With my quietness

.

ML

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